Night, Invaders Lurking in Hogwarts

Transfiguration class is quite an interesting subject.

This is because transforming objects is undoubtedly a signature magic for wizards.

Professor Minerva McGonagall stood by the lecture desk, lightly waving her wand, and turned the desk beside her into a plump, adorable pig.

"Wow!"

"This is amazing!"

A group of young wizards' mouths were agape in astonishment!

Even Cedric, a top student who had self-studied all the first-year curriculum, couldn't help but marvel at Professor Minerva McGonagall's superb Transfiguration skills!

Vinson Wright's gaze drifted.

At this moment, Vinson's mind wasn't focused on Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration magic, as he was still contemplating Professor McGonagall's Animagus form...

Speaking of which, as an Animagus who can transform into a cat, does Professor McGonagall like catching mice?

It seems...

There's something that can be done with this.

Vinson's fingers slowly curled up; this was his signal when deep in thought. Perhaps tonight he could try a Transfiguration duel with Professor Minerva McGonagall.

This wasn't just for the quest reward...

It was also to make Mr. Peter Pettigrew's identity as the Dark Lord deeply ingrained in people's minds.

Just as Vinson Wright was deep in thought, a match suddenly appeared directly on his desk. This was another application of Transfiguration: conjuring objects out of thin air!

"Alright, that's today's lesson."

Professor Minerva McGonagall slowly clasped her hands together and continued softly, "What you will learn today is to transform this match into a fine needle..."

"..."

Vinson Wright subconsciously picked up his wand and casually turned the match into a fine needle. This kind of Transfiguration was a piece of cake for him.

"Well done, Mr. Wright."

Professor Minerva McGonagall glanced at Vinson with admiration, praised him softly, and then fulfilled her duty as a professor: "Ten points to Hufflepuff. This is the fastest Transfiguration I've ever seen. Perhaps you've already studied the textbook in advance?"

This new student is really good.

At least, he has a great talent for practicing Transfiguration.

Both the control of magical power and the speed and precision of casting Transfiguration far surpassed those of other young wizards.

Professor Minerva McGonagall couldn't help but regret that she hadn't insisted on Vinson joining Gryffindor during the Sorting Ceremony... Throughout the history of Hogwarts School, Gryffindor students were the most skilled at Transfiguration.

"Yes, Professor."

Vinson Wright did not deny Professor McGonagall's guess.

This Transfiguration class was just an appetizer. Tonight, Hogwarts would be the true stage for Transfiguration magic. He hoped this professor wouldn't be too shocked tonight...

Because starting tonight...

The history of Transfiguration magic in the entire Wizarding World would be completely rewritten!

It had to be said.

Hogwarts's curriculum really had issues.

For example, both Potions Class and Transfiguration, two major subjects, were scheduled for Monday. The young wizards studied for almost the entire day and were quite tired by the time class ended.

Evening.

Hufflepuff Dormitory.

The Snapdragon sent by Professor Sprout was still in full bloom, its fresh fragrance slowly filling the dormitory, quickly making Cedric sleepy again.

As expected of the Herbology professor.

Vinson Wright directly placed the potted plant near Cedric's bedside, hoping this herbaceous flower would help his roommate sleep soundly.

Seeing Cedric fall asleep, Vinson took out the Marauder's Map and a bottle of Polyjuice Potion, taking a slow sip.

Tonight's Hogwarts.

It seemed he wasn't the only one who would be wandering late at night.

Vinson rubbed his temples, sniffed the floral scent on himself, and cast a Scouring Charm to prevent the floral scent from becoming a weakness.

Late at night.

Second floor of Hogwarts.

Professor Minerva McGonagall's office.

The Head of Gryffindor House and Transfiguration professor was still recalling the afternoon's Transfiguration class. She held a quill in her hand, carefully recording the performance of each new student in class next to their names.

Professor Minerva McGonagall never gave up on any student. She educated them based on their performance; some needed more practice, some needed to improve their learning pace, some needed encouragement, and some needed criticism.

She was one of the most dedicated professors at Hogwarts.

Professor Minerva McGonagall regretted that none of her students had yet become an Animagus, so she greatly hoped to teach one.

In fact...

Among all the students taught by this Dean, at least four Animagi have appeared, but none of these students registered with the Ministry of Magic.

Rustle rustle...

Professor McGonagall finally finished writing her lesson plans. She slowly tidied her desk and quietly walked to the window.

Under the moonlight.

Professor McGonagall's figure quietly disappeared.

A tabby cat silently appeared on the ground.

The cat leaped up, sprang onto the windowsill, and contentedly rested its paws, tucking its head comfortably onto them.

Work hours are over.

It's time to rest.

This was a little secret of Professor McGonagall's. As a master of Animagus transformation, she greatly enjoyed her animal form, even secretly sleeping like a normal cat when she rested.

Hogwarts grew quieter in the dead of night.

Just as the tabby cat comfortably closed its eyes, it suddenly felt as if it heard the voices of the Weasley twins from upstairs... In its animal form, its hearing and sense of smell were far more acute than a human's.

No.

This must be a dream.

Those two troublemaking twins couldn't possibly break school rules every day. How could anyone be out wandering around Hogwarts Castle every single night?

Were they exploring?

Sadly.

The Weasley twins were indeed that kind of student.

The tabby cat lay there for a while with a dejected look on its face, then leaped off the windowsill, nudged open the office door, and went out to see what was going on.

No one was outside.

The tabby cat stood at the door and pondered for a moment before quietly deciding to patrol the area, lest the twins cause any more trouble.

Just as the tabby cat was tiptoeing away from the second floor, a short, stout dark figure quietly appeared and walked into Professor McGonagall's office.

It was obvious.

This short, stout intruder clearly had ill intentions.

The dim light of the late night illuminated the appearance of the short, stout shadow, who was none other than a former student of Professor McGonagall.

Peter Pettigrew.

"Let me think, how should I greet her later?"

Peter Pettigrew extended his sharp fingers, stroked his chin, and said to himself with self-awareness, "Someone like me can't help but respect Professor McGonagall... Mr. Pettigrew should respect her even more, right?"

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